Letter Number Two

to the Author of the World's Best-Selling Book:

Please forgive my silence. 

It’s been quite a while since I wrote to You.

At this moment, I say there’s nothing new:

I race against time, my fingers grew numb.

Okay, I know that news is really dumb.

I’m quite clueless on how to proceed—

Numbers loom before me, I’m scared indeed.

The air brings something I do not want,

Yet it’s inevitable, so my chances are scant.

I am lost in my own world, no excuses.

I’m sorry I haven’t written. Forgive the redress.

I forget that I need to speak to You,

Thus, forgiveness I ask from You.

I’m thankful for Your reminder:

You’re near, whatever the matter.

I am never alone in this journey—

Thanks for being there for me.